Aww, he was so obliging and such a good sport. Mia moved forward and immediately began applying the goop to his hair. She rubbed the stuff into his hair until it was all in there and then she spent the next twenty minutes doing his hair in different styles and giggling at each one.

When it was starting to get boring, Mia looked around for somewhere to wash it out. She grinned at Sal through the mirror and then down to his mohawk hairstyle that she had created and her little grin faded.

Oh!

Ooops!

"Er...Sal...did you always have blonde tips?" Mia knew very well that he didn't because she had been up close and personal with him and she would have noticed if he had blonde in his hair.

Oh and oops again. The blonde was starting to get brighter.

Mia was giggling. Salander was content just watching her giggling. Whatever it was that tickled her fancy, Salander didnt mind sitting through it. Besides, it wasnt like he wasnt enjoying having her run her fingers through his hair.

Then she said something about blonde tips. He shifted around a few times, then raised a brow. What was she talking about? He wasnt seeing any blondes that he's supposed to give tips to.

He got up to stand beside her, looking at her through the mirror and the blonde punk next to her.

Wait... wha-huh??????

He got close to the mirror, staring at his reflection. "Whoah platinum mohawk!" he breathed. He shifted his head from one side to the next checking out his new look, and slowly, started to chuckle. He spied the knick knacks on the counter, grabbed a pair of cheesy ray-bans and slipped it over his eyes. "Rock On!!!" he exclaimed to Mia, headbangin' and flashing the rock sign with his hands.

But he didnt stop there. Oh no, Mia just unleashed the wannabe rockstar trapped in Salander's head. He grabbed the bottled perfume Mia liked and made it like a microphone, singing snippets of his favorite rock song to her, to his reflection and to the imaginary audience surrounding him:

"If you wanna be a singer, or play guitar
Maaaan, you gotta sweat or you won't get far
Cause it's never too late to work nine-to-five"

(headbangs. twice!)

"You can take a stand, or you can compromise
You can work real hard or just fantasize
But you don't start livin' till you realiiiiiiiize..."

(points at mirror) "...I gotta tell ya!!!"

He continues with the rest of the chorus, then grabs Mia and rests his arm around her shoulder, like a rockstar would to a ridiculously lucky fan as he ends his song with that all important semi-monologue that rockstars do onstage:

"I know life sometimes can get tough! And I know life sometimes can be a drag...but people, we have been given a gift! We have been given a role! And that role's name is... ROCK AND ROOOOLLLLLL!!!!"




ooc: foolishness inspired from God gave Rock n Roll to you by KISS

Standing next to Sal as he surveyed himself in the mirror, Mia covered her mouth with her hands and there was a frightened look on her face. His hair was now completely blonde and while it was a little bright, it actually was kinda...well hot!

And then he started to laugh and Mia breathed a small sigh of relief as she lowered her hands and started to grin as well. But it seemed he wasn't finished in surprising her. He donned a pair of sunglasses and told her to 'Rock On!' Well...GO SAL!

Mia sat herself onto the counter and picked up a candle and waved it in the air as Sal sung a rock tune. What was even better was that she actually knew the song. She stuck her fingers in her mouth and let out a really loud whistle.

She giggled when he grabbed her and she stood beside him, looking at the both of them in the mirror. Mia then turned to face him and bowed to him. "Oh my god, it's Sal. Everyone it's Sal. Oh this so incredible finally meeting you in person, I have all your records and I have been to all your shows." She pulled out a pen from her pocket and held it out to him. "Can I have your autograph?" She held out her arm towards him.

Lexi parnced around Madame Primpernelle's looking at the makeup and lotions and perfumes, oh my. Hehe. She was in girlly girl Heaven. Sigh. She had recently taken to wearing makeup and LOVED it. Her BROTHER thought she was too young, but she had told him to sod off when he mentioned it. So without his WATCHING her she snuck off to buy up everything that she could get her hands on. GOOD TIMES!

Dylan needed hair gloop. And the only place to stock up was the hair/girly shop. So here he was. He had a look around. Hair....hair....hair? He suddenly walked into the makeup section. Ewww bad place. He was about to move to the next aisle, when he spotted the blondie. "Lexi?" It was her. He knew his sister anywhere.

Lexi's face dropped and she let out an audible sigh as she turned around. "Dyyyylan. Gah! Can't I go anywhere in peace?" she whined at him while holding an armload of beauty supplies. She was in peril of dropping things but she held it all tightly and glared at her girlly haired brother. Yeah that's right, he had girlly hair.

Dylan chuckled, "It's a small street Sis. You can't away from me for long." He peered at his sister's laden arms. "Need a hand there? Or a basket?" He hadn't even found his hair products yet, so he could help after all.

Lexi fought the urge to stick her tongue out at her brother and instead nodded her head that yes she needed a basket. Hmmm... maybe she could get him to help her pick out a perfume. Yeah she could do that. "Get me a basket, would you then I need your help with something," she said with a sweet smile and innocent eyes.

Dylan nodded in acknowledgement. He had to hunt down a basket. He found one and returned to his sister. "Your basket m'lady." He held t out so she could load it up. "Help? I am no use when it comes to ladies things." Unless it involved him. And nothing good would come out of Lexi in the perfume aisle.

Lexi smiled innocently at Dylan as she unloaded her arm full of stuffies. She looooved her brother SO much. He was great! She even told him, "Dylan have I told you lately that I love you? 'Cause I do. Like, lots." Once her bounty was loaded into the basket she skipped off toward the perfume. Hehehe. Grabbing a LOVELy pink bottle that had one of those squeezy thingies on it she skipped back to him. "Tell me if this smells good to you," she said and QUICKLY squirted some in his direction. Oh it smelled divine. *evil giggle*

Dylan chuckled, and shook his head. This was him done now. He was now her slave while they were in the shop. He sighed, "Welllllll. Not lately." He followed slowly behind her. He coughed and and spluttered as perfume was sprayed in his face. Fantastic, he now smelled of perfume. And not his nice kind. The one that Gold had bought him. "Mmmm." He spluttered again. He could taste it.

Lexi doubled over with laughter as Dylan spluttered and coughed. It was TOO funneh! Through giggles she asked, "Well? Should I buy it? Or does it not smell nice?" She loved it, but she needed a guy's opinion on it. She was not wearing it for herself after all. She was wearinf it for Riley... or any other guy around that caught her eye. Hehe. She was becoming more and more Denveresque as the days went on. It was rather liberating really. Hehe.

"Well it doesn't taste fantastic. But if you don't intend to drink it, I think it would suit you quite well," he said, his tongue slightly out. It really did taste foul. "I don't think you can buy it. Perfume and make up can only be bought by people over 16. Says so...over there," he pointed to the sign that said so. "So what you gonna give me?"

Lexi's giggles were cut off in her throat as Dylan pointed out the sign. She pouted and whined, "Dyyyyylaaaaannnn.... Buy it for me and I won't write to Mum and Dad and tell them how terrible you have been to me since we got down here. I might even forgive you for apparating Riley and I out of Florean's." They had given her instructions to let them know if Dylan was a pain in her bum. Yep they sure had. She walked over and gave her brother her best puppy dog eyes and pouted some more. No one could deny that face of Lexi's, no one. Especially her brother... she would make tears pop up if she had to and he would definitely fold then.

"I don't care if you write to Mum and Dad. They aren't gonna do anything. I am 18 soon." He didn't want that to happen though. She was such a blackmail. He needed to get dirt on her. Maybe he could tell his parents that she was spending a lot of time with boys. And she was 14. And a girl.

"I'll pay for them though."

Lexi immediately perked up and stopped her pouting. "Thanks brother person!" she exclaimed before throwing her arms around him. He was good for something... sometimes. "Here, I will give you my money pouch and all and you just pay for it for me, m'kay," she said with a giggle as she turned her back to Dylan so she could dig the money pouch out of the top of her dress. He would DIE if he saw that. Hehehe. Turning back to him she held out her PINK money pouch and smiled brighter still. Gah why couldn't she have a camera on her right now!? This picture would be priceless.

Did she just pull out a PINK money purse out of her top? Ewwww. Who did that? He kept his wallet in his back pocket. Far safer. He took it, rather hestiantly. It was pink. And very very pink. Ewwww. "Sure," he said, rather strained. Great.

Lexi smiled brighter and slipped her arm through her brother's and said, "You are the greatest brother in the WORLD! Can we go to WWW next? I might want somethings that you have to pay for there too." MWAHAHAHA! She could blackmail Dylan into doing anything she wanted. ANYTHING! YUSH!

Dylan frowned. Why did he have to pay for everything? He wasn't going to be one of those people. That bought overage things for underage kids. Especially not his sister. "Not too much then."

All she really wanted was some decoy detonators and Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder... nothing terrible. Dylan didn't have to worry about her getting into trouble... She never got caught. "Okay, Dyl whatever you say," she giggled as she led ther way to the counter.

Moving around the shop as if she were being followed, Alysson had made her way over to the Makeup Counter. Before she took a closer look, she glanced around shiftly even though there was obviously nobody to stop her. Sadly enough. Sometimes she wished one of her brothers would jump out from out of the aisle and drag her out of the shop. But no, she was all alone. And she just couldn't NOT go inside. She had tried to work against it but her feet had simply continued walking and now she was here. Crap.

BUTTHEREWASSOMUCHPRETTY! Her face lit up at the amount of different make up. So many different shades of lipsticks. Where was the shopkeeper? She needed help to pick...or rather she needed to ask if it was cheaper if she took allmore. Twirling a bright pink lipgloss between her fingers, Alysson peeked around the corner in search for some assistance. "Excuse meeee?" It was too late now anyhow, so why not enjoy this?

Her brothers weren't going to find out anyways. How would they?

Milton was busy straightening and re-straightening his store when he heard someone asking for help. Woo hoo! A customer!

"Hello. Do you need some... er... help with anything?" he asked turning the corner toward the voice.

Yeah... Milton was a bit nervous.

It was...a man?! Running a Beautifying Potions shop. Oh well. Britain was different. A cute different too. "Haii!" Alysson grinned at the man - supposedly the shopkeeper - who had just rounded the corner and was now standing in front of her. "Yeah...that would be awesome!" Would he be any help choosing lipgloss? Her brothers hadn't exactly been very helpful when it came to that.

"Soooo...I was wondering-" At this the 23 year old turned around and wandered back over to the Makeup Counter, still holding the pink lipgloss between her fingers. "-do I get like a quantity discount when I buy allmore of the same stuff? Like only different colors or something." The little voice inside her head - which somehow sounded a lot like a mixture of Coop and Jeremy's - told her it would probably be better if he said no.

But then again, they were all SO PRETTY!

Milton smiled when she said help would be awesome. This wasn't so bad. He could totally run a store. You know... unless they asked his opinion on different make-up. It was a good thing that he only sold nice looking colors. That made things easier.

Oooh... a question on discounts. Hmm... that was a tough question.

"I guess that would depend on how many you're interested in buying." he said running a hand through his hair. The makeup was actually created in-store, so it wouldn't be like he was losing galleons should he offer her a lower price.

Then again... he didn't want her to go crazy and buy up the whole store.

That...was a very bad answer. Alysson frowned slightly, her hazel eyes flickering back and forth between the shopkeeper and the Makeup Counter. This answer made it very tempting to buy them all...which would be very bad for her recovery. Though, this whole trip into the shop was probably very bad for her recovery. Definitely. Oh well. Too late now.

"Weeeelll, how many do I HAVE to buy to get a discount?" HA! Take that, shopkeeper! Then, regarding him for a moment the 23 year old decided that he seemed to be a nice person. Which was why she walked up to him and offered him her hand, "I'm Alysson by the way." Griiiiin.

Couldn't help with the discount either, right?